Dust and dollar beers

After exploring the mines we decided it was time to get out of Big Bend Ranch State Park.

It was the hottest period of the day and we complained that the few clouds were not blocking the sun. We looked back and saw what we thought was smog rolling in from Mexico. The mountains started to fade away. Our throats became scratchy. Our eyes began to sting. The sky turned a light shade of orange. Then wind-blown sand started to scour our legs. We could see waves of dust roll across the plains ahead of us.

The locals call it trading real estate with Mexico.

We stumbled into the state park visitor center. At least the dust made for a nice sunset.

By the time we drank our fill of $1 Shiners at the Kiva Bar and consumed half a gallon of Blue Bell Chocolate Chip Mint Ice Cream we were feeling ready for the national park. We’ll start across that today.